I ATTEMPTED to check the markets the other day and everything was the same as the day before and the day before that. Had the world really stopped? No, it was Sunday.
The fact is, I have no idea where I am or what day it is. I’m still in the Pacific on a ship full of senior citizens who outwardly have few concerns, except when the restaurants will open. But we are famous, because no South American port will let us dock out of concern some passengers may have the coronavirus.
A few days ago, we completed sailing the Straits of Magellan in such a fog we couldn’t see past the deck railing. Being in a fog pretty much describes my mindset, too. The mournful sound of the ship’s horn didn’t help. Our journey continued after sitting off the coast two days and then being refused entry into Punta Arenas, Chile.
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Source: Seasick – HumbleDollar